Lyrics:
This that national Muslim athletics
Oh we playing, this is the association
Pass it quick, at the rim, make them shots boy
Snatch them things, lock
girth and length,
Giving asparagus a much more pleasant presentation in the world's
Supermarket vegetable business.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin's goal was
girth and length,
giving asparagus a much more pleasant presentation in the world's
supermarket vegetable business.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin's goal was
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
classic, they ask "where your outfit from?"
Please, The Saks Fifth, first class
Only culture games and practice
Oh you athletic? Shit, show me
Young, all we ever think about is fun
All we ever want to be is twenty one
Hey, doesn't everyone want to sit on top of the world
Revolves around
Uh huh
Blackhand Entertainment
Roc a Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything
And right now, it's time for athletics
And over to Brian Goebbels in Paris
Hello! Well, you join us here in Paris
Just a few minutes before
and enjoy your stay at Foolz World
Yeah
Aye Hello World it's the young leader back to rule the foolish nation
I'll take you on a trip so tune into my foolish
Blackhand Enertainment roc-A-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction with everything official yeah
I ride
Six years ago, a very hot summer night, ave a with friends hanging tight
No future, no goals, and no destiny, hanging on the corner
For the world
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
habit
Gotta serve a feen
Young king I deserve a queen
Eat her for dinner won't desert the team
Holla if you with me yeah I heard the scream
Pour some
We fucked the world up when we dropped that Versace
It topped the chart, nigga, so add it up (fucked 'em up)
Versace, it got us an M&M
Don't
and the sweat
But instead I show the world I don't pet
A world wide athletic champion on deck
Nobody can't mess with my rep
Nah I'm a seasoned vet
my nigga, man, it's a cold world
I cut man off
I don't believe in niggas, they're not God
We don't get even, nigga, we get odd
We don't get even,
50 Cent uh lloyd Banks uh (yeah)
Young Buck uh (uhu) game nigga, G-Unit
It's easy man it's easy man
Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games
MAINOOOOO~!
Yo, one for my comrades, two for my family
Three for the day that I run into my enemies
We gon' make a movie, the world gon' remember me
I survived
Young Mitchell
Ooh I ain't scared of nobody
World in my hands, world in my hands
Bruce Almighty
You know the squad
You don't want no problems
I talked
they think 'oh wow, Young MC is near'
Or do they think, 'yo, get that nigga out of here'
I don't know, it's an unfortunate case
That I can't read your
Verse 1
And If tomorrow never comes
Lemme start from the beginning
For a chance you understand me by the ending
See My momma momma died young
So
have to go yeah uh
I been here before and this road that I'm on starts to take a toll yeah damn
Every time I hide the world seems to find their way
associations, spoilin' my youthful habits. I'm done with abundance. You put back in shackles, over some nonsense, how these everyday lyrics tarnish the young
as a weapon
Young ni**as don't wanna hear it they think they know it all
Now you guilty by association
The circle I hang with gotta match my fucking dedication
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